Thursday,
November 5, 2009
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All I need for Christmas is a housecleaning service
I'm serious. I freely admit I'm not the best housekeeper in the world, particularly when I get stuck into a project, and when I finally do dig my way out of whatever I was doing and take a good look around, I find myself cringing at the sheer amount of crap strewn from one end of the house to the other.
And I'm not laying this on Lyndon -- he washes dishes, folds clothes, and cheerfully cleans anything I ask him to. No, this is pretty much me shedding stuff in my wake as I wander around the house trying to figure out how to convert an early Victorian women's costume to a quasi-modern jacket. Truly, it would be so nice to have someone follow along behind me, quietly picking up stuff when I'm done with it and putting it back where it belongs.
Then again, said assistant would have to know somehow when I want something put away, and when it needs to stay where it is because I'll be coming back to it at some point and don't want to hunt around for it. On second thought, what I need is Jeeves -- a calm, capable manservant who can consult his quantum computer of a brain and figure out where I put the half-finished square of leaf green Fimo, find a website covering the history of the Oxford police force in 1851, and suggest a leadup to the climax of UNDERCOVER GODMOTHER that actually works (why oh why can't I become friends with plot? I ask you) would be a treasure beyond rubies. An ability to whip up hangover cures with aplomb and lie with a sangfroid that would do a politican proud would just be icing on the cake, really.